PooPoo has been with me for the raising of my children, she has moved to three different homes, she understands more about me than anyone I know.
We've said for months now that she is nothing but skin and bones, despite her appetite. Well, she is a hundred and a gazillion years old. It's just that this week, I'm noticing. She lives to warm herself on the radiator, and not much more
PooPoo, I love you. I know it's almost your time, but I don't have to be ok with that just yet.